sun pain

?what hurts light

?where does a fire cry

?when will it rain

flames fly high

?how does it work

sadness is blistering sweaty fuckers

a trillion light year old spark stuck up someone's fat ass

this aint no nightclub

this is real

this is what aches most

bruising bedroom windows every god damn morning

matching early songbird lonely tear for miserable tear

another fucking morning

chipped paint to death

rusted wires corrode away but taste  

dilapidated bones something like lost clouds fulla cancerous cells

selling their bullshit

we praise this planetary house of mirrors as it twists on the horizon's axis

confusion

hands from inferno's blood hold us in praying cathedral like bubbles that bounce thousands of miles in a terrible like stillness

where we kick

we shout

screaming out singing aloud

as waves smash sand from our bewildered eyes

there are no directions in here


go on ahead

fuck you

 



 

     

 



 

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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